Li Lin transmigrated to Piltover on the continent of Valoran. He originally thought his life would pass by uneventfully, until he became an employee of the Kiramman family and discovered he possess...
"Damn it! That Ionian steward is even more terrifying than the letter describes!" A hoarse, deep male voice echoed, "A mage, huh... How ironic."
The man pressed down hard on his left arm, leaving a large hole on his sleeve. There was blood all over his sleeve, and the cloth band used for emergency wound treatment was covered with dark red spots, which were traces of coagulated blood.
After passing through a dozen thick iron railings of the sewer that had long been sawed open, he walked to a platform and took a serrated short machete from his waist.
The blade of this dagger is silver-white, and the body is covered with dark red, just like blood that has been coagulated for a long time.
A blunt-angled triangle-shaped symbol was engraved at the junction of the blade and the handle, emitting a faint purple light.
The man casually threw the knife to the ground, making a crisp sound of metal hitting stone, and then pulled out a piece of paper from the crack in the corner of the platform wall.
What is written above is the text of the assassination of King Jarvan III!
"Damn it! You didn't even investigate Zhao Xin's strength. You can't blame me for that."
The man crumpled the note in frustration and burned it with a flame in his palm.
The sewers of Demacia were made purely of marble, without any forbidden magic stones mixed in, and had no effect on his magic.
However, even on the ground, thanks to the tiny amount of forbidden magic stones scattered among the surrounding buildings, the impact on him was not that great, it just required him to consume a little more magic power.
After destroying the evidence, he took out his bag from another loose brick wall, took out a small bottle of liquor and gauze, and prepared to treat his wounds first.
"Why the hell is my knife gone?"
The man cursed and turned back to pick up the scimitar he had just dropped.
But the empty ground made him stunned for a moment, and then he was horrified, "Who... who is there?!"
He was answered by a young man with a playful and mechanical voice: "Tsk tsk, Draktharr's legendary blade... Such a good thing, if you don't want it, can you give it to me?"